The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight is filtering down through the canopy of a dense, tropical rainforest, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying plant matter, and it's pretty humid... The trees seem to be shifting around, slowly rearranging themselves into a more perfect grid pattern, like a cultivated orchard. A bunch of wild orchids are somehow rooted in mid-air, their delicate white flowers blooming above the forest floor, and a few stray petals are drifting lazily down to the ground.